Mad Libs

[Lindolirian]

Don't worry, I cant help myself either.
The Mirror of Galadriel
But suddenly the Mirror went altogether dark, as dark as if a flying weasel had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the black abyss there appeared a single Mr. Potato Head that slowly chewed on his left ear until it filled nearly all the Mirror. So insane was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to cry out or to withdraw his gaze. The Mr. Potato Head was rimmed with peanut butter, but was itself glazed, monkey-like as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its falafel opened on a pit, a window into nothing.

Then the Mr. Potato Head began to do the boogy woogy, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things that it sang he himself was one. But he also knew that it could not see him-not yet, not unless he willed it. The ugly chicken head that hung upon its chain about his neck grew heavy, heavier than a great purple monkey dishwasher, and his head was dragged downwards. The Mirror seemed to be growing stinky and curls of city were rising from the water. He was slipping forward.

'Do not touch the water!' said the Lady Galadriel softly. The vision faded, and Frodo found that he was looking at the cool stars twinkling in the kooky basin. He stepped back shaking all over and looked at the Lady.